Category: Songwriters

They take my money… before its even mine
Give it to some bureaucrat sittin on his fat behind
He spends a hundred dollars… on a two dollar tool
What the hell is wrong with that ol’ bureaucratic fool?

Big Bureaucracy … not what it was meant to be
I thought democracy meant… that they work for me.
Well if that were really true… I tell you now what I would do
Have a big party and raise a glass…
and tell them all they can just kiss my ass

my money… my money…

buys a $500 dollar toilet seat
a bunch of supersonic planes so sweet
puppet regimes and caviar
and smart bombs smarter than we think they are

my money… my money…
what’re you doing…with my money?

They’re sending my money… to places I can’t pronounce
Then they let drug lords sell it back to us by the ounce.
Wouldn’t it be smarter to feed the hungry and the poor…
In our own country first… how much more can we endure?

Big Bureaucracy … not what it was meant to be
I thought democracy meant… that they work for me.
Well if that were really true… I tell you now what I would do
Have a big party and raise a glass…
and tell them all they can just kiss my ass

They’re paying farmers NOT to farm…
And maniacs NOT to disarm
My money be safer in pickle jar…
and nobody’s asked me shit so far….

Lying here in this house alone
Wonderin’ why you can’t pick up the phone
I try to convince myself everything’s ok
You don’t think twice to give me a call
I probably never cross your mind at all
And I don’t hear from you till the very next day
(Chorus)
Well I never ever even thought
That you and I would be apart
But now I know that we can’t be
Now our love’s been thrown off track
And what’s been said we can’t take back
And now I know(And I know too).
You and I can’t be
(2nd)
If you love someone and your is true
You won’t put them what you’ve put me through
And I feel like I’ve lost me best friend
Well my whole life I’ve always heard
That actions speak much louder than words
And the cold hard true is we’re at our end

(Repeat Chorus)

(Tag)
Well I never ever even thought
That you and I would be apart
But now I know(And I know too).
That we can’t be

MY FIX
My eyes are blown, off liquid and dust
From a three day binge
But I can see, through all the haze
That our love’s come unhinged
Time spent making love and trust is gone……
Now I’m forced into the world to face it alone……
(Break)
My blood boils from the sweet release
That I pushed into me
Hoping to run from all this pain
And insecurities
The light I had before is dimming fast……
One more drink will fuel the flame and help it last…..
(Chorus)
I can’t sleep, and I can’t think
Just give me my fix
You’re my drug and you’re my drink
Just give me my fix (x2)

(Verse 1)
To much beer and whiskey will take over how you think
Cause she was never as pretty as before my last drink
High Life and Jager are close friends of mine
But we never can agree on where to draw the line
Found me an angel who was sent from above
Got back to her place and we made crazy drunk love
Got up this morning thinkin’ what have I done
I went to bed with a ten…..
And woke up with a one!
(Chorus)
Whatever happened to my backwoods beauty
That little cutie smelled fruity, I think her name was Judy
I thought that I had really hit a homerun
But I wanted to run home after I seen what I’d done
Went out lookin’ for a little bit of fun
Ended up in bed with a ten…..
And woke up with a one!
(Verse 2)
As the sun rose up, so did my blood shot eyes
You can only imagine how I was feelin’ inside
What had happened to my goddess from the night before
Cause whatever this is here, has me headin’ for the door
Damn that PBR and the chilled Patron
This time, let me tell you boys, they really done me wrong
I grabbed my keys, put on my shoes, I was ready to run
I’d went to bed with a ten……
And woke up with a one!
(Chorus)
(Tag)
I was just lookin’ for some fun…
And went from ten to one!

(Verse1)
When I was old enough to drink
Is where my story begins
I went out most every weekend
With all my rowdy Friends
Outlaw Country Music
Will never die
Taught myself how to hunt and fish
Listening to Country Boy Can Survive
But now days this styles a Dinosaur Mmmmm
And they say it ain’t coming back no more
(Chorus)
So I say take a little this, and a little of that
If you don’t know where your going
Just take a step back
And look at what all the people before went through
Playing in smoke fill bars
A different bed every night
Puttin’ their heart in every song till the mornin’ light
Just to hear, “You ain’t never gonna make it fool!”
Ohhhhh, This is just a new style of old school.
(Verse2)
Cut my teeth on Cash and Waylon
Thought it would always be that way
Folsom Prison and Luckenbach Texas
Said all there was to say
Throw in a little Hank
Don’t forget about C.D.B
Cause today’s country music Lord
Don’t cut it for me
And I can’t forget the words David Allen Coe said
It’s about Momma, Trains, Trucks, Prison
And getting drunk is stuck in my head
(Chorus)
(Tag)
Todays country music just don’t feel right
Funny how things seem to change, just over night
(Chorus)
This is a new style of old school (x2)

Who are we, to tell somebody who to love
We’re all born free, so who really gives a fuck
So just do you, and live your own style of life
cause when the lights go down, its not your business who I do tonight

If I was gay, Brad Pitt would be the 1st to know
I’d suck his dick like he had the cure
If I was gay, my roomie would be the next to know
I would rock their fuckin world fo sho
I’d slow it down, move it around
Let them know whos the man
If I Was…

Baby Jesus, died on the cross for all sins
not for ignorance, regardless of its bliss
so using God, to escape your bitter reality
does no good, so kiss my ass between the cheeks

If I was gay, Brad Pitt would be the 1st to know
I’d suck his dick like he had the cure
If I was gay, my roomie would be the next to know
I would rock their fuckin world fo sho
I’d slow it down, move it around
Let them know whos the man
If I Was…

This is the part where we go to the dance floor
Hey you over there, what the fuck you got pants for
we all came to this world butt naked and free
you are just like me, if i cut you, you bleed
and just like me you just want to be loved
the only difference is you like it in the butt.. NOW!!

If I was gay, Brad Pitt would be the 1st to know
I’d suck his dick like he had the cure
If I was gay, my roomie would be the next to know
I would rock their fuckin world fo sho
I’d slow it down, move it around
Let them know whos the man
If I Was…

If I was gay, Brad Pitt would be the 1st to know
I’d suck his dick like he had the cure
If I was gay, my roomie would be the next to know
I would rock their fuckin world fo sho
I’d slow it down, move it around
Let them know whos the man
If I Was…

Now that’s is over seems it wasn’t so bad
Here I am sober
And I’m wiser and almost glad
Knowing things can’t get any worse
Alone in the crowd when the bubble burst
The softest lies leaves the biggest burse

Calling back, what I hoped id lost
A lessen learned slowly, at a cost

A 1000 faces washed away
Hand in hand with yesterday
Broken anchors, rum spilled on the waves
Hoist the sails in a cloudy sky
Rig the Jolly Roger high
Me and you will be the skeleton crew

Forgiveness, tied up in a bow
Theirs no looking back when the blood starts to flow

This club is jumpin from the windows to the walls
I got one hand in the air, bumpin’, the other graspin’ my balls
The DJ spots me, so I know the next song is my jam
So I step to the dance floor… GOD DAMN!
I was hit in the face bone two nostrils deep
by the kinda skunk trunk funk that weakens ya knees
now the hand from my balls is now graspin’ my nose
and the beat bumpin hand, is currently froze

(Jesus Christ)

Can you smell that?
It smells like do do do do do…
I’m certain of the fact
It’s not from me or from my crew
It smells like chicken wings
sour cream, captain crunch and pickle juice
A hint of summers eve
And a big fat chunk of doo doo too…

Locked in a gay pose, while the DJ spins my tune
Dry heaves creepin up my neck, I gotta exit this room
Backed up and turned around, I could literally taste my bad luck
face to face with ‘Skanky Doodle’ (dry heave) FUCK!
I moved right.. She move right, its like we were in sync
Tears in my eye, she said “don’t cry” I said “Nah, bitch you stink”
It seemed absurd, she never hear a word, then she kissed me on my cheek
She turned around and broke it down, then wiped her ass on my knee

Can you smell that?
It smells like do do do do do…
I’m certain of the fact
It’s not from me or from my crew
It smells like chicken wings
sour cream, captain crunch and pickle juice
A hint of summers eve
And a big fat chunk of doo doo too…

Can you smell that?
It smells like do do do do do…
I’m certain of the fact
It’s not from me or from my crew
It smells like chicken wings
sour cream, captain crunch and pickle juice
A hint of summers eve
And a big fat chunk of doo doo too…

It went down in slow motion like some Matrix type shit
I wiped my lunch from my mouth, and then my hand on her tit
And then laughed to myself, she had no clue at all
Aside from do do do do do she now smelled like my balls…

Can you smell that?
It smells like do do do do do…
I’m certain of the fact
It’s not from me or from my crew
It smells like chicken wings
sour cream, captain crunch and pickle juice
A hint of summers eve
And a big fat chunk of doo doo too…

Can you smell that?
It smells like do do do do do…
I’m certain of the fact
It’s not from me or from my crew
It smells like chicken wings
sour cream, captain crunch and pickle juice
A hint of summers eve
And a big fat chunk of doo doo too…

I know many of you guys have heard an earlier version of this song. I wouldn’t post it but posting is slow right now so I thought I’d ask your opinion. I’m interested what you think of the side stick work the drummer does on the snare. I think it’s cool but it’s a little outside the pocket. Does it sound ok to you? Any comments on the song itself or the production are always greatly appreciated too.

Just about the time I lay down last night
I could tell that somethin’ wasn’t right
A blue moon came up over the hill
Set himself down on my window sill
I’ve never been one for just laying awake
It makes me meaner than a rattlesnake
So hello vodka, hello gin
goodbye babe I’m gettin’ drunk again
Sorry baby…I’m drunk again

Got off early about a week ago
Figured I’d go home and kinda take it slow
Started walkin’ but to my chagrin
Home’s not the direction I was moving in
My feet must have been plottin’ with my hands
Both of them seemed to have other plans
Got to the bar, cruised right in
Goodby babe I’m getting drunk again
Sorry baby… I’m drunk again

I know I was suppose to meet you at your sisters house
Your mama tried to warn you that I was a louse
Nothing ever seems to go the way I planned
I always end up drinking all that I can stand
It’s just like a flower to a bumblebee
It’s like a fish swimming in the deep blue sea
Your mama was right way back when
Look out babe I’m getting drunk again

I’d really appreciate any comments on this song. I’ve uploaded it before but it was acoustic. I’d especially appreciate any comments on drums. Thanks for the listen!

This old heart, this heart of mine
runs on lightnin’ and dynamite
but this world I’m livin’ in
can make a man feel so uptight
were gonna crank it up
up the juice
dig em up
and turn em loose
were gonna get on down
paint the town and paint it red
were gonna get on down
start a fire and wake the dead

Firewater and dynamite
T bone Walker and Bukka white
I’m a red hot pistol, I’m your jelly roll
and I got more rhymes than the devil got soul
I got a mojo hand
I’m a lightnin’ man
Make you dance and shake
at least that’s the plan
were gonna get on down
paint the town and paint it red
were gonna get on down
start a fire and wake the dead

you hear a red owl hoot
that’s the call
were meetin’ at the cemetary
gonna have a ball
were gonna get on down
paint the town and paint it red
were gonna get on down
start a fire and wake the dead

My heart’s gone down from the thieves and lies
As I read all the bylines, reach for the sky
There’s an interview with Paris, bout the things she said
The ocean’s getting warmer and it’s gone to our head
An actor’s on the morning spread
We’re gonna have to change or we’re dead

A Senators’ commission has been on the news
Been defending all the leeches that got us so fooled
And no one has the guts to tell the stor-y bout the oil
Why thousands of our boys are shedding blood and getting boiled
Wonder why it got so hard
There’s got to be a changing of the guard

The old dreams are dying, but we keep trying, on the auto-line
And no ones revealing, all of the stealing inside
Is it a matter of losing grace
Or choosing the human race

We’re lost in our disguise
If we don’t realize
We cry for the earth
Harbor our own demise

It’s sad to think we could come so low
I love you so….I love you so, I love you so, people I love you so……

Here is a song and pictures I’ve been working on for a while. All the pictures of flowers and landscape are mine–except two of landscape and me which my wife took, and two of stars in space and two of doves which I pulled from public domain sites. Lyrics will pop up on the screne; there are not many words so I think this will work this time. Hope you enjoy and thanks for listening.

Here’s what I made up from some earlier suggestions: Rembow had the idea for the song and chords (but I changed the rhythm and style a bit—a lot?) 3jBlank pretty much wrote the lyrics (which I changed a bit). Please don’t excommunicate me for this. I know I have too much time on my hands, so this gave me something to do. Please feel free to degrade me and the stuff I made up as you please; I’m sure I deserve it! Rembow, I did it for you! I hope you either like it or have a good laugh!

[intro]
I went down to the river and there was blood in the water

In the end, the guns gonna win
cuz it aint got, no control

The last two standing, gonna die
By the gun, or a loss of a soul

[chorus]
Tension, hence the gun, hence the gun, hence the gun 2x

I went down to the river and there was blood in the water

The gun got a right, all its own
it never kills, all alone

When a gun holds its trigger, someone will fall
Silence ends, justice calls

[chorus]
[instrumental bridge]

I went down to the river and there was blood in the water

If a gun had rights, I’d never been born
Driven to love, I toot my horn